Testi:
The Get Up Kids In Your Sea

Every afternoon A point I hammer home You had no follow through Follow through better off alone Wading patiently Stranded in your sea Sing in time and

Raw Shit Prolific Flow might blow, listen Get Zooted, banging that dope music My mind is set This year niggas better step it up I get the job done way

Blind ya, get you paranoid like ganja The messenger, rhyme editor, walk like a predator The streets is like a jungle Crawling with scavengers with silencers That'll pop your

gave me a tuna can Then he stopped in his tracks And he said, "Hey Goat! Would you like to live with me? I've got a house with a pick-up truck In a place across the sea

get in, I'll do the driving Your bag's already packed and in the truck Margie get it, these bones are dry I've been running, but the cancer's catching up

bout to blow! " Unless you a bitch, we don't care if you bout do that Move back, youngster, the glock on speak Chew up your vest and turn your chest hair

It Love, Which Will Encourage Your Next Visit Mud, I'm A Poetical Sex Wizard, Run It's No Doubt Its Explicit, You've Gotta Get Up To Get Down And Get

of the athletes [Mikey Rocks:] Big up to what's been up, nigga Pin-ups from when we clicked up and posed for these pictures, good And the kids connected up

for me I was one of those bad-ass kids gettin up every mornin, doin all the thug things You know, I didn't get many whoopins when I did get a whoopin,